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She had been shut up the whole week with Dorrie, while, with Miss Reynolds alarmingly ill and several of the students threatened with as many different ailments, her time had been more than full, and her mind heavily burdened with care and anxiety.
I wouldn't as much as intimate it, by denying it, that you get your meddling commission from Lana. If this is all you wanted to talk about, I'll have to be going. This is my busy evening!" "Just one moment! It's always the busiest man who has time to attend to one thing more! I'm assuming that you love Lana." "Conceded! You always did have a good eye in that line, Dorrie!"
"I know I am late, Dorrie, but I was detained at the office by a new patient, and now I have another coming in an hour," he said, as he bent to touch her forehead with his lips. "Oh then you can't stay to finish that pretty German story!" cried the child, in a tone of disappointment.
As Joan entered the dogs raised their absurd heads and with their flappy ears and padded paws patted the floor in welcome. "Where is Aunt Dorrie?" asked Joan, poising herself on the arm of a deep chair. "In the chapel," Nancy replied, bent over the snarl she had made of woof and warp. "I wish Aunt Dorrie would have that room sealed!" Joan spoke ill-naturedly; "I know it's haunted.
Nancy, fair and lovely, speaking more openly to the plain, silent woman near her than she had ever spoken to any earthly being and feeling, under her sweet unconsciousness, the underlying confidence. "Of course," she once whispered to Mary, "I would love all the things that Joan loves and wants, but my duty to Aunt Dorrie is bigger than they, Mary.
Nancy flushed, but made no reply. "There's where the secret lies I feel it in my blood!" Joan shuddered and Nancy laughed. "It didn't seem to matter until now, but, Nan, we're women at last!" "Of course," Nancy spoke, "I have thought of that. The best families have such things in them but they don't talk about them. Now that we are women we must act like women such women as Aunt Dorrie."
Joan shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Nan is like a rock underneath, Aunt Dorrie," she said. "I suppose it is what shall I say? blood! It is concentrated in Nan. She's like you. Disgrace, or what seemed like disgrace, would kill her it would make me fight!" And after that conversation all inclination to confide further in the girls as to their relationship or lack of it deserted Doris.
What more could any woman ask of her children? Her children! Doris bent and touched Joan's pretty hair. "I love to think of the look on Ken's face and Nancy's," she said. "Yes, Aunt Dorrie, it was wonderful. Your opening the window and letting the west light in did the trick. It was inspiration nothing less." Doris nodded, recalling why she had opened the window Meredith had seemed nearer!
She has her studio she wants me!" "Joan, you will not go you must not!" All that Nancy dared to put in her plea she put in it then. "Why not?" asked Joan impressed. "Why not, Nan?" "Aunt Dorrie " Nancy's words ended in a sob. "Aunt Dorrie shall decide." And with that Joan, her face radiant, her breath coming quick, walked from the room and on, on to the little chapel upstairs.
Maybe I cannot believe hard enough or maybe Mary didn't speak truth. She doesn't always, Aunt Dorrie." Doris gasped and drew the child closer. It was like being dragged, by the little hand, to an unsuspected danger that she, not the child, understood. Gradually the inner side of the years was turned out by Doris's careful questions and Joan's quiet simplicity.
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